Paolisms aka The Tao of Paola
According to my Gmail I have lost my power of invisibility.
What do statisticians do on a Friday night? They go out on the poll.
My Saturday night: laundry. The end.
Good morning Monday. Can I go back to bed now?
In my life I’ve always been a part-time slim person.
The Rhomboids could be a good name for a band.
Why does a massage therapist cross the road? Because she kneads too.
I am a risk-averse daredevil.
Universal truth according to Siri: what’s the meaning of life? “All evidence to date suggests it’s chocolate.”
The way to a woman’s heart is through a tray of cupcakes.
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